(Hi folks! I'm not a professional poet or anything, but I thought I'd just post some poems here.)

This is a new poem called, "Beautiful Rest."

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I just want to fall to beautiful rest,

like the dew upon its petals,

or the sun to its sea,

and bite into dreams,

as ripe as the meadows,

or as springy as the creme,

where all thoughts lay,

like jewels sewn to the shade,

like you, people, all bright,

like flames, like wights,

beguiling with remembrances—

what it was to hear laughter,

like shadows of smoke,

or to smile til tears glinted,

or to burn with rage,

just to forgive and begin again,

but all that is lost now.

The sun rises alone,

and hears only the chatter of gulls,

luring him to the restful sea.